Sunnyslope sparrows

Sunnyslope sparrows

A Poem by Jon Roggie
"

Ever live in a place...

"
"Every night,
  you hear them fly overhead.
Always searching.
  Always hunting."

The Sunnyslope sparrows.

They were something you got used to.

It was what I called the police helicopters.

Nothing against them,
 it was just that kind of neighborhood.

They were just a constant in the background.

Honestly,
 they let you know when something had hit the fan.

Simple flyby was one thing,
 but when the news crew showed up...

You learn to notice your surroundings.

Learning to see the things you tried not to see.

© 2016 Jon Roggie


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Added on July 24, 2016
Last Updated on July 24, 2016

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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